ARAMIA.
she gazed around, nervous of what to expect at the very large and very intimidating highschool. her nerves only grew as she passed by groups of upperclassmen, all talking and walking nonchalantly, completely oblivious to the freshman's nerves. aramia bit her lip as she looked back at her schedule. it stated that her first class was an elective, specifically an advanced med class.
that managed to make aramia smile. simply the name of the class reminded her what her goal was; that highschool was only temporary on her journey to becoming a surgeon. she was too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice where she was going. once she was brought back into reality, she glanced around, her small smile slipping from her lips. aramia didn't know where she was, and she didn't see anyone who was willing to help her.
she pulled out her sleek white iphone, realizing that she only had four more minutes to get to class. her schedule stated that the class was in building five, and her heart dropped as she looked at the large white building in front of her, hoping it was building five. much to her chagrin, it was only building two-- aramia's lip quivered, yet she willed herself to not let any tears slip.
once more, she looked around helplessly, hoping someone would help her reach her class. her small hands ran through her long, silky, blonde hair, and she tugged on the roots stressfully. she silently thought to herself, highschool wasn't that great.